The terminal building is empty, with some local passengers sitting on the plastic seats, as simple as the bus station in a third-tier city in China, there is no security gate and no baggage passage, out of the terminal gate, it is a dusty road leading to the city, a few dilapidated vans are parked at the door, and bored black drivers are playing cards together, which is probably the bus from San Juan International Airport.

Liu Ziguang snapped his fingers, and immediately a clever black guy came over and asked in stumbling English, "Sir, do you want a ride?" ”

Liu Ziguang took out a West African CFA franc with a face value of 10,000 yuan and handed it over and said, "I want to go around the city." ”

"Yes sir." The black guy jumped into the driver's seat in a hurry, and the West African franc was far stronger than the West Sadamoan peso, and the money was enough for him to run four rounds.

The road from the airport to the city is in disrepair, the original cement road has been dilapidated, the car is bumpy, and the black guy's mouth is also nagging, Liu Ziguang took the opportunity to understand the situation in San Juan, in fact, it is not as dangerous as rumored by the outside world, the driver guy himself is from the Caye tribe, according to him, General Kuba's power is not as powerful as he imagined, and he does not dare to move the massacre against the Caye people, because the international community will not let him do such a mischief, At the end, the young man also said that he listened to the BBc radio every day and was "very clear" about politics.

Liu Ziguang asked him if there was a Chinese medical team in San Juan, and the young man thought for a long time and said that there was, but he was not sure if it was Chinese, only knew that it was a hospital opened by foreigners, and Liu Ziguang asked him to drive the car directly.

On the streets of San Juan, the common people still seem to be at ease, only the sandbag fortifications piled up in the middle of the street and the occasional Toyota pickup truck full of soldiers rushing past show that the city is in a state of emergency.

Half an hour later, the van drove to the door of a church hospital located on the waterfront.

Although he knew that it would never be here, Liu Ziguang still gave the driver 5,000 CFA francs to beat him, and walked into the hospital gate, a black female nurse came to ask, Liu Ziguang told her in English and French with gestures that he was looking for the Chinese medical team, and the female nurse's foreign language level was very low, so he took him directly to the door of the operating room and made a waiting gesture.

Twenty minutes later, the door of the operating room opened, and a white female doctor walked out, her white coat was stained with blood, she looked at Liu Ziguang suspiciously, and asked, "Is there anything I can help you?" ”

She spoke English, and Liu Ziguang hurriedly said, "Great, I want to find a Chinese medical team, maybe in San Juan." ”

The female doctor said as she walked: "Sir, as far as I know, the Chinese medical team is indeed in Western Sadamoa, but they are not in San Juan, but in the tribe. ”

"So, do you know where they are?"

"No, I don't know, Western Sadamoa is not big, but it lacks effective means of communication, but they send a car to San Juan every Tuesday to buy supplies, well, it's probably tomorrow, sir, do you want a cup of coffee?"

"Thanks, no need, are there any decent hotels in the city where I can stay?"

"Of course, the San Juan Hotel is good, Westerners live there, are you really sure you don't want a cup of coffee?"

The female doctor is slim, with a flaxen-colored head stuck behind her head, looking extremely capable, and her face is slightly freckled, which makes people feel safe and warm.

"Thanks, I have something to do." Liu Ziguang thanked him again, left the church hospital, and walked to the San Juan Hotel, because the hotel was not far away, and the huge hoTe1 word on the high-rise building could be seen from a long distance.

The San Juan Hotel is the most exclusive hotel in Western Sadamoa, the owner of the property is Portuguese, the hotel is frequently close to the sea, there is a large courtyard, a ten-story building, the courtyard lawn is green, there is a swimming pool and a tennis court, the taxi parked at the door is also relatively high-end, a second-hand Japanese Toyota car.

Liu Ziguang came to the front desk, showed his VIsa gold card and passport, and immediately received a generous reception, opened a room for him, prepared dinner and laundry service, Liu Ziguang saw a black man with a gold key logo pinned to the collar standing politely aside, knowing that he was the lobby manager, he said to him: "Sir, I need a good off-road vehicle, can you help me?" ”

"More than happy to help you, sir, do you need a Land Rover or a Jeep?"

"Land Rover."

The black manager hesitated, but said, "Sir, would you like some advice?" ”

"Please."

"If you want to explore the pristine scenery of Western Sadamoa, I don't think it's the right time to do it, you know, the general is at war with the king, and it's not safe outside of San Juan."

Liu Ziguang nodded and said, "Thank you, I'm actually looking for a Chinese medical team, do you know where they are?" ”

"Sir, I'll help you inquire, this is your room key, if you want to have a drink in the evening, there is a bar in the hotel, it's better not to go out, because the general has imposed a curfew." The lobby manager took the key handed over by the waiter and held it to Liu Ziguang with both hands.

"Thank you." Liu Ziguang took the key into the elevator and came to the room on the eighth floor, the hotel facilities are good, the corridor is covered with thick carpets, the room has a TV and air conditioning, hot water is available 24 hours a day, there is a cold beer and coke in the Xiaoice box, and a box of Durex is also placed in the bathroom, which is indispensable in the *** rampant Africa.

After enjoying dinner, taking a cold shower, taking out his mobile phone and looking, there was still no signal, China Mobile could not roam here, so he picked up the phone of the hotel, asked for international calls, directly called the embassy in Luanda, and asked them about the whereabouts of the medical team.

Helpless, I had to lie on the bed and watch TV, there is only one national television station in Western Sadamoa, basically broadcasting the general's speech, this is the first time Liu Ziguang has seen the true face of General Kuba, the former captain of the national army has a full face, with an emerald green beret, wearing a beige military uniform, with five huge stars on the epaulettes, as well as golden tassels and ribbons, and a row of medals of unknown origin on his chest, which looks very funny, the general sometimes waving his fist viciously at the camera, sometimes whispering, sometimes cries bitterly, and it seems that he is also an actor-level national leader.

After watching General Kuba's performance for a while, Liu Ziguang changed the station, and the hotel has satellite equipment, and you can watch BBc TV and some African TV programs, but no news unit commented on the political situation in Western Sadamoa, probably because the country is too small to attract attention.

The sky slowly darkened, and when I looked out of the window, the sun was setting, the Atlantic Ocean was sparkling, and the lights in the city were bright, especially near the sea, where the neon lights were shining and the flowers were blooming, but the slum area of the tin houses seen during the day was pitch black.

Suddenly, the TV flashed and went out, and the lights outside were all extinguished, only a few seconds later, the lights turned on again, but this time only the lights of the hotel were on, and the city was still dark, and the phone at the bedside rang, and when I picked it up, it was the front desk calling, and I apologized to him, saying that the power supply was interrupted, and now the power unit of the hotel is working, please understand.

Putting down the phone, Liu Ziguang went downstairs to the bar for a drink, there was a billiards table in the bar, two white men were leisurely playing the pole, a black musician in a night dress was playing blues alone on the stage, a pot-bellied white old man was sitting in the corner reading the newspaper, a glass of Scotch whisky was on the table, and there was no one else in the bar.

Liu Ziguang came to sit down next to the old man and said to the waiter, "Rum, double portion." ”

The old man glanced up at Liu Ziguang and accosted: "It takes a certain amount of courage to come to San Juan at this time. ”

Liu Ziguang said: "Life sometimes has to take risks, don't you. ”

"Let me guess what you're here for, first you're not a diplomat, because you don't have that sleek smell, and then you're not a businessman, because I don't smell copper, I guess you're a spy." The old man laughed as he spoke, probably pleased with his joke.

"I came to look for my fiancée, she works in a Chinese medical team, I haven't seen her for a year and a half, I saw on TV that the situation in Western Sadamoa was tense, so I came, by the way, I came on old Jenny, I think you must know that plane."

The old man was very interested, and praised: "Young man, you are very chivalrous, of course I know old Mulligan and his broken plane, I knew him when he was carrying diamonds for those rebels in Sierra Leone, by the way, is he still so fond of drinking rum?" ”

"Yes, especially when flying a plane."

The two laughed and seemed to find resonance, and the old man stretched out his hand: "George. Wood. ”

Liu Ziguang shook his hand and said, "Bruce. Liu. ”

From the conversation, it was learned that George. Wood is a plantation owner who runs the largest rubber plantation in Western Sadamoa and owns some stake in the San Juan Hotel, so he usually lives in the hotel.

"The villas in the suburbs are very unsafe, those blacks are always haunting at night, stealing chickens and dogs, and the servants hook up with them, and if it weren't for the fact that no one wants to take over, I would have left here and gone back to Europe." After drinking a few glasses of rum that Liu Ziguang had treated, Old George chattered and complained.

"Do you know the whereabouts of the Chinese medical team?" Liu Ziguang asked after looking at the gap.

"God knows where they wandered, these Chinese like to go deep into the jungle, promote epidemic prevention knowledge, put deworming drugs, operate on black people who can't afford to see the disease, they are even crazier than those church doctors, the United Nations should award these angels medals, by the way, I heard last time that they have a camp near Lake Carlos, young man, it's better for you to look for them through the consulate, maybe you are strong, but this is Africa after all, and the earth is still a wild area."

"Thank you, I need a map, preferably a gun, and of course I'll pay for it." Liu Ziguang said.

"Young man, your courage reminds me of the past, well, let me see if there is anything that can help you, come with me." Old George said, and took Liu Ziguang to his room, which is a high-end suite on the tenth floor, and there is a charming mixed-race girl practicing yoga in the room, it seems that George is still immortal.

The old guy opened the cabinet, took out a beautifully shaped double-barreled shotgun, and said, "The shotgun made in Beletta in Italy, caliber four, can knock down an elephant, I think that's exactly what you need." ”